We Are The Slaves Of Slaves

To Put It Another Way, Pain Is God's Megaphone To Rouse A Deaf World. Why Must It Be Pain? Why Can't He Rouse Us More Gently, With Violins Or Laughter? Because The Dream From Which We Must Be Wakened, Is The Dream That All Is Well.

God Creates Us Free, Free To Be Selfish, But He Adds A Mechanism That Will Penetrate Our Selfishness And Wake Us Up To The Presence Of Others In This World, And That Mechanism Is Called Suffering.

I Pray Because I Can't Help Myself. I Pray Because I'm Helpless. I Pray Because The Need Flows Out Of Me All The Time- Waking And Sleeping. It Doesn't Change God- It Changes Me.

There Is This Notion That The Lives Of The Comfortable-off Middle Class Don't Merit Being Treated Seriously And With Compassion.

All The Fear In The World, And The Violence That Comes From The Fear, And The Hatred That Comes From The Violence, And The Lonliness That Comes From The Hatred. All The Unhappiness, All The Cruelty, It Gathers Like Clouds In The Air, And Grows Dark And Cold And Heavy, And Falls Like Grey Snow In Thick Layers Over The Land. Then The World Is Muffled And Numb, And No One Can Hear Each Other Or Feel Each Other. Think How Sad And Lonely That Must Be.